The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a grey veil that smelled of coal smoke and wet iron. I stood before the office door of the Vane Mill, my collar turned up against the damp, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I was Elias, thirty-two years old, a clerk with a degree from a university that no longer existed in my memory, and I needed a job. My sister, Clara, was dead,...

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